Travelling is a fool’s paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.
And yet, I also have packed my backpack, embarked in the air, and woken up in Rome, and unlike Emerson have indeed been intoxicated in contemplation of the things that were. And as in Rome, so also in Florence, and Prague, and London, and the cave monasteries of Turkey, and the Alhambra, and the temples of Japan, and other places also.
I hope the quote didn’t come across as “travel sucks, period”. Admittedly, with the opening “Travelling is a fool’s paradise”, it’s hard for the quote to come across any other way. But my interpretation is not so much that Emerson is against travel; it’s that Emerson is against yearning for travel as the magic solution to all of your problems. No matter where you go, you bring yourself—so if the problems lie within yourself, no amount of travelling will let you escape them.
You sound like an awesome person who would love life even if you didn’t get to travel (perhaps less, but still). When you chose to set out on your adventures, what was your motivation (I would be pretty surprised if it was to “lose your sadness”)?
Ralph Waldo Emerson on If You Demand Magic, Magic Won’t Help
And yet, I also have packed my backpack, embarked in the air, and woken up in Rome, and unlike Emerson have indeed been intoxicated in contemplation of the things that were. And as in Rome, so also in Florence, and Prague, and London, and the cave monasteries of Turkey, and the Alhambra, and the temples of Japan, and other places also.
In other words, YMMV.
I hope the quote didn’t come across as “travel sucks, period”. Admittedly, with the opening “Travelling is a fool’s paradise”, it’s hard for the quote to come across any other way. But my interpretation is not so much that Emerson is against travel; it’s that Emerson is against yearning for travel as the magic solution to all of your problems. No matter where you go, you bring yourself—so if the problems lie within yourself, no amount of travelling will let you escape them.
You sound like an awesome person who would love life even if you didn’t get to travel (perhaps less, but still). When you chose to set out on your adventures, what was your motivation (I would be pretty surprised if it was to “lose your sadness”)?
I wanted to see these places. There’s nothing quite like being there.
This reminds me of Socrates’ quip:
It’s a common enough classical remonstration; eg Horace’s “Skies change, not cares, for those who cross the seas.”